Her Hands

 

“God has given us two hands, one to receive with and the other to give with.”

~Billy Graham~

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Long, slender fingers

Touched by the passing of ninety-eight years

And the slight wrinkle of a Shar-Pei

Daughter squeezes memories of her childhood

Of wars, depressions and political elections

Of marriage, babies and Catholic faith

A fleshy grip that once held adult refreshment

Now holds a warming cup of thickened brown

The digits shake dinner’s fork and spoon

And point to the girl who helps

Her hands hide under the warmth of jeweled yarn

And search for a purse that isn’t there

At their tips, her fingers are coated blood red

With a splash of silver excitement

Painted by the girl who helps

Jealous of their length and strength

Yet, no matter

Daughter adores the person underneath

Adores that she can still squeeze the memories

Of the long, slender fingers

And her hands

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This post has not been brought to you by my mother’s beautiful hands. It has also been brought to you by Linda G. Hill’s “One-Liner Wednesday.” All you need to play along every week is an awesome one-liner and follow a few rules. Birds on a wire are not required, but make sure you link back today’s post to HERE so the rest of us #1linerweds peeps can read it.